[Intro]
Yo man, shoutout to Banks, man
Absolutely just roasting Jake Paul
We had to come through with a track for ya
Jake Paul... Lick my balls man gimme them cheeks
Gimme your brother's cheeks
Gimme your mother's cheeks
Fuck it... Here we go
[Chorus]
I've been out winning like Banks
Sending Jake Paul to a grave
Roasting that bitch every day
Ain't nobody fucking with Banks
[x2]
[Verse 1: Josh A]
Young Josh A saying fuck Team 10
Jake Paul's bitch ass getting roasted again
Sick of diss tracks but I'm back on the trend
Sick of whack raps, that shit has no end
I'll be rapping saying, word up to FaZe
I'll be going Super Saiyan like Banks
Jake about to get the minimum wage
I'll be going to the end of my days
Got the diamond, then you lost the diamond
All because FaZe Banks hit you back like Tyson
Had to fake the abuse for the views
Faker than your hairline and your shitty crew
Cancer for sympathy that was so shitty
Ghostwrote his verse and put "England my city"
Then lied to Ethan man I was like "Woah"
Your fanbase are morons and like 8 years old
Let me put it simple for you, bitch
I just don't fuck with youuu
Heard those bars they were weak hot ass
Man swear they smelled like poop
FaZe Banks for the win
Seein' right through ya Jake Paul, low-rent
I don't really fuck with you or your kin
Except your Mum, God Damn
[Chorus]
I've been out winning like Banks
Sending Jake Paul to a grave
Roasting that bitch every day
Ain't nobody fucking with Banks
[x2]
[Verse 2: Jake Hill]
Jake Paul, ain't nothing changed
Sick of hearing your name, sick of seeing these lames
On my news feed, these nuisances
Team 10, so useless
First things first imma put them in the dirt
Yea we did it already
But motherfucker's never learn
Get burned bitch sit down
You and your friends...
Pieces of shit when will this ever end
Jake Hill, Josh A in the cut once more
Erika Costell that cunts a whore
No holdin' back yea Imma fuck them up
Cause I've had enough of these fucking cucks
Imma do it how I did it 2 months ago
Took out the trash, now it's back in circulation
On the verse I'm Satan with the words I'm sprayin'
Imma hit 'em with vengeance, got malicious intentions
By the end of the sentence, Imma leave em in trenches
Dress em up and rip out the stitches
Not personal, it's just business yea
One by one, won't leave a witness
[Chorus]
I've been out winning like Banks
Sending Jake Paul to a grave
Roasting that bitch every day
Ain't nobody fucking with Banks
[x2]